Histoire des Juifs en Europehttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/Histoire, littérature, philosophie autour de l'histoire des Juifs en Europe et de ma famille depuis six siècles, de l'Espagne à la Russie.frWed, 28 Mar 2018 20:23:53 GMTCanalBlog - http://www.canalblog.comBonjour Monsieur, Et merci pour ce récit sur DESTIN (I) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE : JUIF ÉMIGRÉ RUSSE À PARIS ET GRAND COUTURIER ENTRE 1910 ET LES ANNÉES FOLLESAnouchkahttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/74027992http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/74027992Bonjour Monsieur,<br />Et merci pour ce récit intéressant concernant l'histoire de votre famille. De mon côté, je m'interroge sur le chemin qu'ont employés tous nos ancêtres quittant la Russie pour venir en France. Sont-ils venus par le chemin de fer où se sont-ils dirigés vers Hambourg d'où ils ont pris le bateau ? Je ne trouve nulle trace de littérature traitant ce sujet. Si vous en savez plus que moi, ça m'intéresse plus particulièrement. Merci et bonne soirée.Wed, 28 Mar 2018 17:01:03 GMTN y aurait-il pas encore une branche Alba en sur LA BRANCHE RUSSE DE LA FAMILLE ALBA À PSKOVEvahttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73573030http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73573030N y aurait-il pas encore une branche Alba en Dordogne France qui pourrait porter un autre patronyme ?<br />Au 17° siècle, Pierre Alba est propriétaire du château de Panisseau à Thénac Dordogne et 2018 les propriétaires du château de Panisseau sont des Géorgiens.Sat, 13 Jan 2018 22:58:06 GMTmerci àvous. Bon courage pour l'écriture, bonne sur DESTIN (III) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE RAPHAËL ALBA : GRAND COUTURIER À PARIS.Hannahhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73179082http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73179082merci àvous. Bon courage pour l'écriture,<br />bonne soirée, bien cordialementWed, 08 Nov 2017 17:37:09 GMTNon, je ne fais pas de conférence, j'écris sur DESTIN (III) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE RAPHAËL ALBA : GRAND COUTURIER À PARIS.melkisedekhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73179015http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73179015Non, je ne fais pas de conférence, j'écris simplement un roman de l'histoire familiale qui s'intitule "Le Fantôme d'Auschwitz". Mais ce n'est pas vraiment un roman, et ce n'est pas vraiment familial non plus même si la famille y joue son rôle. C'est un roman fantomatique…Wed, 08 Nov 2017 17:29:41 GMToui c'est tout à fait çà... des fantômes... et sur DESTIN (III) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE RAPHAËL ALBA : GRAND COUTURIER À PARIS.Hannahhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178991http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178991oui c'est tout à fait çà... des fantômes... et surtout une mémoire familiale qui nous échappe; mon grand-père était d'Odessa aussi. Faites-vous des conférences à Paris parfois ?Wed, 08 Nov 2017 17:26:14 GMTNon, il n'y a pas vraiment d'archives, à part ces sur DESTIN (III) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE RAPHAËL ALBA : GRAND COUTURIER À PARIS.melkisedekhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178965http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178965Non, il n'y a pas vraiment d'archives, à part ces quelques documents publiés ici. Je suis désolé pour vous; j'aurais aimé vous aider dans vos recherches. Vous êtes un peu comme moi, vous cherchez des fantômes…Wed, 08 Nov 2017 17:22:46 GMTMerci pour votre réponse. Peut etre y a t il des sur DESTIN (III) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE RAPHAËL ALBA : GRAND COUTURIER À PARIS.Hannahhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178642http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178642Merci pour votre réponse. Peut etre y a t il des noms de fournisseurs ou de sous traitants dans les archives de la maison de votre grand-père ?<br />Dans ce cas auriez vous la gentillesse de me dire oú peut on les consulter ? Merci et bonne soirée.Wed, 08 Nov 2017 16:36:00 GMTHenne, c'est un nom allemand ("poule" en sur Armorial de France et blason de ma famillemelkisedekhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178631http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178631Henne, c'est un nom allemand ("poule" en allemand). Mais elle était Russe… Mais certainement d'origine allemande de ses lointains ancêtres sans nul doute. Comme tous les Juifs ashkénazes.Wed, 08 Nov 2017 16:33:54 GMTEn effet, ce n'est pas impossible. Mais je n'ai sur DESTIN (III) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE RAPHAËL ALBA : GRAND COUTURIER À PARIS.melkisedekhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178614http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178614En effet, ce n'est pas impossible. Mais je n'ai aucun moyn de vous le certifier.Wed, 08 Nov 2017 16:31:18 GMTBonjour, Mon grand-père avait une entreprise de sur DESTIN (III) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE RAPHAËL ALBA : GRAND COUTURIER À PARIS.Hannahhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178561http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73178561Bonjour,<br />Mon grand-père avait une entreprise de broderie, rue de Cléry puis dans le IXème arrondissement. Il a travailllé pour les grandes maisons. Pensez-vous qu'il aurait pu connaitre Raphaël Alba ? Je vous donnerai son nom par mel. Merci pour toute information que vous auriez, même indirecte.Wed, 08 Nov 2017 16:22:57 GMTBonjour Monsieur, fascinant cet itinairaire sur Armorial de France et blason de ma familleDe Dahabhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73164340http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/73164340Bonjour Monsieur, fascinant cet itinairaire disons booberang ! Voter aieule née HENNE etait Elle d'origine allemmde, francaise ?Mon, 06 Nov 2017 11:33:34 GMTWow. Merci beaucoup pour votre article. En fait sur La bourgade de Raciąż en PologneAggiehttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72519256http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72519256Wow. Merci beaucoup pour votre article. En fait je viens de Raciaz, j'ai vecu à Raciaz et j'en sais rien de ce village... Et maintenant je vis en France :) C'est dommage qu'on peut pas voir les photos...Mon, 03 Jul 2017 02:59:16 GMTOn the Eve of Auschwitz Part 5 Sunday morning my sur Fin de la communauté juive de Raciąź en PologneStuarthttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72156951http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72156951On the Eve of Auschwitz<br />Part 5
Sunday morning my father leaves by train for Warsaw to see if he can rent a house so that we can once again settle down in one place. Father returns in the evening and tells us that he found a place with a family called Ashinsky. Before the war he used to stay with this family whenever he had occasion to spend the night in Warsaw.
In the morning we depart for Warsaw. We don't have to many things to carry because enroute we had to discard practically everything. We negotiated with the Ashinsky's for room and board. We don't have any money, any linens and we don't have a lot of money to either.
My father suggest that my mother and another women from our shtetl, go to the peasants who had received so much from us and request that they at least return a small portion of these possessions to us. My mother and the other woman go to the shtetl. Three days later they return. Mother tells us she happened upon an acquaintance---a farmer---who took them into the shtetl. In one place she received a couple hundred zlotys. However, in a second place they insulted her outrageously and threw her out empty-handed. Mother and the other woman, filled with anxiety, left the shtetl and returned to Warsaw.
She did not bring any clothing or bedding. We cannot forgive ourselves---so much left behind and here we don't have a thing with which to cover ourselves. Nor, do we have any clothing. I say to father: "Tate, I will go because I must bring the things we need." Father thinks carefully. He's afraid, God forbid, that something dreadful might happen to me on the way. There is just no other way---we've just got to have some clothing and bedding.
The following morning I leave a go to Plonsk. There are guards on the way but a Jew finds a way. I travel with another Jew and a woman to the shtetl. We spend the night in a village about six kilometers from our shtetl and in the morning we continue to the shtetl. The wagon remains outside the shtetl. I enter the shtetl like a little boy. I look about me from right to left, in front of me and behind me to see if anyone is following. Fortunately, I reach the peasant's house without incident.
I walk into the peasant's house and find his wife and two children. I explained why I came. I begin to cry and tell him that my father is very ill, has nothing to sleep on and must sleep on the ground. She tells me that her house was searched and all of the things were taken away. Only after her husband entered and I pleaded with him, did they put a few things of bedding and clothing in a sack and give it to me. I ask about the jewelry. The peasant tells me a story about a gendarme who chased him so he hid the jewelry under the bridge. When he returned it disappeared.
I see that there is no way I can get any more out of them. I bite my lips, take the sack and go toward the highway. The wagon is waiting there ready to return. As we are riding I look back at my shtetle which is receding more and more in the distance. Oh how my shtetl is orphaned without its Jews?
We stop in a little village. Luckily, I have a chance to buy a couple of chickens and a little butter because it's a lot cheaper than here in Warsaw. Later we reach Plonsk and there are still a few Jews left. They're terrified because the word is out that they might be driven out of the shtetl the following day or the following week. There is a lot of talk about being forced into slave labor. We continue on and the next morning we are back in Warsaw. My parents are so delighted to see me and they are happy that I was able to bring some clothes, bedding, and two chickens.Thu, 04 May 2017 07:35:47 GMTOn the Eve of Auschwitz Part 4 Mama returns home. sur Fin de la communauté juive de Raciąź en PologneStuarthttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72156944http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72156944On the Eve of Auschwitz<br />Part 4
Mama returns home. She tells us that tomorrow they are forcing us to leave the shtetl. I don't sleep that entire night. Mama prepares some knapsacks for us to take along. At Dawn, father returned from Shul, half-dead! He takes out 8000 zlotys and conceals behind a tile in the kitchen. The rest of the money he hides in a container of rice.
A Polish acquaintance called Shenitsky and his wife enter if they were our good friends. He says that he will help us hide all our good things and when we return one day he will return everything intact. He then crosses himself. We don't have any alternative---we have to leave it all behind anyway. Mama takes a handful of jewelry and places it in Shenitsky's hand. He says goodbye and even manages a tear.
Our one time neighbors, the Poles, stream into our house and rob openly in our presence. The divest us of all our belongings---our clothing, linens, bedding, and furniture. A German dashes in and drives out into the marketplace. The square is darkened with Jews. I envisioned the Exodus from Eygpt. Jews are carrying packs on their backs; mothers are transporting little children wrapped in sheets, securely tied to their shoulders so that they might carry them better and that nothing should happen, God forbid, to the little swallows.
Here comes the orchestra and the gendarme corps with clubs in their hands. The orchestra begins to play and drowns out bitter crying and wailing concerning our misfortune. We're driven into the direction of the depot, one mile outside of town. The Poles look out their windows. Part of them are happy to see us, the Jews, driven out. Others cry together with us as they say to one another: " Today they herd the Jews out and tomorrow the same thing may happen to us." Only five Jewish families are left in the shtetl.
We arrive at the station. Some fifty railroad cars are awaiting us. We're all rushed inside the cars and the doors are bolted behind us. We sit in the cars and talk among ourselves. One says: "We're heading for the Russian border and once there the Germans will exchange us for Germans being held prisoner by the Russians. These are merely empty words reflecting a person's need to dream.
We proceed in this manner for six hours before the train comes to a stop. The gendarmes in their double visors stand near the cars with clubs in their hands. They shout: "Down! Down!" We line up at the station and begin to move carrying out packages. The savages with cudgels drive us forward. We're soon forced to throw off the packs on our shoulders, because no matter how quickly we move, they keep pushing us, and prodding us with their clubs. Everyone is warmly dresses and the sweat just pours---the road is so difficult.
My father lashes on a drosky (four wheel open drawn carriage) and hanging on a couple bundles, he manages to cover two kilometers in this way. The brutes herd us into cars but they can afford us no mercy---pursuing us and pursuing us.
People, weakened, and left lying in the road. There are mothers who drop the children from their shoulders while they are running and are unable to stop because the thugs prod unceasingly with their batons and yell, "Run! Run!" After an eight hour march we reach Novidvor. It is Friday evening. The Jews in the shtetl greet us warm-heartedly. Each one takes a family home with him. People are in a state of confusion. A father seeks a son; a sister looks for a brother.
I run around for two hours until I gather my father, mother, and brother together. We have a good fortune to be the Sabbath guest of a very good, well-respected family.We eat and immediately afterwards we fall asleep on the floor. All this took place in a working class home----a hatmaker's house.Thu, 04 May 2017 07:33:54 GMTPart 3 In a few days Germans shut down all the sur Fin de la communauté juive de Raciąź en PologneStuarthttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72156924http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72156924Part 3<br />In a few days Germans shut down all the Jewish shops. The following morning notices are found in the street to the effect that all Jews from Racionz must leave town within three days and proceed to the areas around (? Ruzhan, ? Makove, Plotsk). They are only allowed to take a change of clothes with them and a small amount of bedding. The turmoil in the shtetl is staggering.
Jews are buying horses and wagon to help them on their way. We also by a horse and wagon in partnership with Grandpa. Jews quickly collect 30,000 marks; a couple of Jews go to Sherfts with the money and for the time being they downplay the edict. In the meantime we remain in our homes.
Young people begin to leave for the areas occupied by the Russians because they understand that they will be free there and not be persecuted and tortured as Jews. My oldest brother, Leybl, is also preparing to leave. My mother is crying and my father pleads with Leybl not to leave, heaven knows where, but to stay together with us.
"No," he answers. "I can't stand the terror, the viciousness and the sadism of the Hitlerites any longer. Here, the ground in burning under my feet. I must seek our freedom." He takes four banknotes with him, each worth 500 zlotys, and sadly takes him leave of us. Together with a few friends he heads for Ostrolenko to try to smuggle across the border into Russia. Two days later we received information from the guide that he crossed safely into Russia.
My heart trembles within me. I too, would willingly do the same as my brother. I consult with my closest friend, Motl, as to what to do. He, too, is of opinion that we have to flee anywhere the Germans set foot because the ground in burning beneath the feet of the Jews.
Two days later, toward evening, all men and women are commanded to assemble in the Shul. Only the children are allowed to stay home. Some hide but the Germans drive everyone together into the Shul. Inside the Shul, a Gestapo-nik walks over to the Aron Kodesh, shoves aside the parokhet, thrust open the doors, takes out the Sefer-Torahs and place them on the floor. Everyone must march past the Torahs. After the march, the Gestapo-nik chooses a Jew with a beard and tells him to translate the ten commandments which are mounted on the Aron Kodesh. The officer then grabs a Torah and smashes it against the Ten Commandments. They shatter into pieces.
"Where is your God," shouts the Gestapo, I've just destroyed your sacred things and He is silent!' He shouts other blasphemies and derisions, enough to make one jump out of his skin. Done with this, he mounts the platform from which the Torah is read, places a large basket on the platform and announces that anyone who has money, gold watches, and anything else of value is to throw them in the basket willingly.
Later someone will be searched and whoever is found to have anything of value is to be shot on the spot. Everyone begins to hand over his things. The basket by now if half full. A number of Jews tear their money into pieces and throw them on the ground every which way. The hooligans search everyone's pockets. Catching site of the torn money on the ground one of the Gestapo mounts the platform and screams: "As punishment for the torn money you will be kept here all night until just one hour before the expulsion."
In the women's section the same scenes are played out but even more sadistically. The women are ordered to undress, stark naked to ensure nothing is hidden in their clothing. The Gestapo-nik then chose ten of the prettiest women in town and forced them to dance naked. They ordered on of the girls to sing a song. The girl began to sign, "Hatikva". A Gestapo-nik runs over to her and flays with her his whip on her naked skin. They continue to torture the women for an hour. They seize all the money that the women have with them plus every piece of jewelry. They're told they can go home and prepare to leave the shtetl in the morning.
The women get dressed. Suddenly the same Gestapo-nik takes out his revolver and discharges it in the air. The women, in panic, rush to the door. In the stampede they fall on top of one another. Many women faint and ten suffocate to death.Thu, 04 May 2017 07:31:39 GMTOn the Eve of Auschwitz by Jack Greenspan Part 2 sur Fin de la communauté juive de Raciąź en PologneStuarthttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72156894http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/72156894On the Eve of Auschwitz by Jack Greenspan<br />Part 2
Within a few days England and France declare war against Germany. Renewed hope awakens in our hearts. We tell ourselves that the war won't last very long, that two mighty nations will vanquish Germany one, two, three. Meanwhile one day passes, then another and soon almost three weeks pass and Germans are victorious all over. They're practically in Warsaw. We see thousands of airplanes flying over our shtetl--- all against Warsaw. We hear that all of Warsaw has been laid waste in ruins.
My father, mother, and I are unable to eat filled with despair. God knows if my two brothers are alive. We can't sleep at night wondering about them. After two weeks Warsaw falls. The Germans take over half of Poland. The Russians take over the other half. The people who earlier fled to Warsaw, begin their return to the shtetl. The first returnees tell horrible stories regarding the havoc, the corpses, and the extreme hunger in Warsaw. A couple days pass but among the returnees there is no sign of my two brothers.
Our house is filled with despair. We are asking about them but nobody knows anything. On the third day I go out on the highway and look intentionally at the returnees. In the distance I see two young men coming. I think they are Label and Srulik. I run toward them with all my might! I embrace them, kiss them and begin to wail and cry with joy. Finally, I see my brothers---returned and alive. I cannot describe my parents' joy at home. I run and I bring fresh bread as though in wonder. Srulik says, "Mama, bring me some more bread---there may not be enough." Mama reassures them that for awhile there will be enough bread for us. They devour the bread unable to wait for anything else to be served. They eat and they go to sleep because they are exhausted from the trip back.Thu, 04 May 2017 07:28:34 GMTBonsoir Comment avez vous pu obtenir l'acte de sur Mon arrière grand-père Jacob SchneiderLemberskihttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/67436717http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/67436717Bonsoir<br />
Comment avez vous pu obtenir l'acte de décès de votre grand pere à Odessa ?
Avez vous une adresse mail à me communiquer svp?
Je recherche de la famille à Odessa dans un but familial.
Il m'a ete demande 850€ pour effectuer cette recherche aupres d'un spécialiste de la communauté juive à odessa .
En vous remerciant ,
Tres cordialement ,
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<a href="http://gradoteka.ru/" rel="nofollow">http://gradoteka.ru/</a>Fri, 27 Feb 2015 14:07:05 GMTBonjour, Mon grand-père avait une entreprise de sur DESTIN (III) DE MON GRAND-PÈRE RAPHAËL ALBA : GRAND COUTURIER À PARIS.Hannahhttp://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/64622381http://lesermentdupuits.canalblog.com/permalink/comments/64622381Bonjour,<br />Mon grand-père avait une entreprise de broderie, rue de Cléry puis dans le IXème arrondissement. Pensez-vous qu'il aurait pu connaitre Raphaël Alba ? Je vous donnerai son nom par mel. Merci pour toute information que vous auriez, même indirecte.Tue, 27 Jan 2015 12:59:38 GMT